Aster

Name: Aster Bolshevik
Alias: Gentleman Bolshevik
Faction & Race: Ice / Skydancer
Body: Delicate, graceful; signs of fat here and there
Position: Ezar Romanov’s translator and business associate.
IQ / Engineering Skills: 152 / Has only worked with bug catching traps
Brief Resume: Competent in Coatl and Fae body language, has degree in Draconic Language Arts at the University of the Lightweaver, where he taught classes on Coatl Humming for a brief amount of time. Has had some brief training in traps and snares for insects, and gardening for cold-faring plants. Educated in the arts of business by his associate and long-term client, day-trader Ezar Romanov. Thoroughly and compulsively researches and analyzes whatever strikes him; works by fact, not hypothesis. Works best in a leadership position. Has some stock in PewPew. Raises magnificent Storm Seekers as a hobby.

Bot: None. His personal opinion on PewPew is mundane at best, inhuman savagery at worst (depends on his mood). He thinks of it as a money maker for the most part, and although he’s helped Ezar with his own bot, he likes to stay out of the way. He much prefers the delightful and informative hobby of Storm Seeker raising; out of all his birds, the one called Josef is his pride and joy. Supposedly, he is the handsomest, best trained, best bred bird in all of dragondom. He is also a poop machine and commonly mistakes claws for hard-shelled worms or whatever. He also keeps looking at me [Vive] funny. Like I should be on a plate.

I hate birds.

Bot Fight Victories: None.
Bot Fight Losses: None
Other Notable Qualities: For CEO
Check your pockets after he passes by. Has a pretty bad gambling addiction? Often speaks with a vague, airy, and often condescending tone of voice. Can be more professional when he’s with Ezar, probably for the sake of appearances. Aster’s been known to pace about at random times, mumbling to himself and rubbing his claws, his eyes skittering about in their sockets like scared roaches. Most of the time, Aster’s disposition is controlled and confident - although his gaze is almost always empty. He’s an odd duck. Doesn’t really have any friends, aside from maybe Ezar.

WHO WROTE THIS. DE VRUE, YOU CAPITALIST PEON. I, PROFESSOR ASTER BOLSHEVIK, SWEAR TO THE ICEWARDEN, I WILL CALL YOU OUT, AND I WILL CUT YOU DOWN IN CLOSE COMBAT, YOU PUTRID PLEBEIAN. COME HERE SO I CAN ICE YOUR BUTT. ICEWARDEN. EVERYBODY’S OUT TO GET ME. I OUGHT TO KILL THE WHOLE LOT OF YOU. PREPARE TO GET REKT.